Tears

His head hung low. Shame filled his heart. He knew he should speak, open his mouth, utter some sort of explanation. Knowledge was power, and he had none.
Lost in hurt, he didn't notice the tears. Each one slowly forming, rolling down her skin. He never wanted it to end this way. He never meant to hurt her.
He had tried, really tried. And failed. His heart belonged elsewhere. No matter what he told himself, he knew the truth deep down. He belonged with some one else and no amount of pretending would make it otherwise.
Maybe he should have thought this all out before, but he only realized it when he held another in his arms. The spark wasn't there, no laughter, no smile. No special way that she said his name. It wasn't the same, it never would have been. He would have always wanted more, never being satisfied.
He looked up, into her tear stained gaze. He opened his mouth, the words hung in his throat. It really wasn't her, she was great. But she wasn't what he wanted, what he needed. And so he hurt her now, to avoid breaking her heart later.
His mouth closed, the words unsaid. He broke her gaze, then stood up. Her sobbing became audible now, her hand reaching up to grasp his. He brushed it off. Without a word, without a sound, he walked away. A great cry pulled at him as he walked off, but he kept going.
It seemed like all he did nowadays was walk away from those who cared for him. "It seems I truly have the soul of a stranger. A man meant to be alone."

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